trans_9 | But Sooner Or Later God'll Cut You Down [Open]

'Running away' is, in Howard's opinion, the most useful thing the human body can do. And unfortunately, he has plenty of reasons to think it will come in handy at some point, or at various points, in the future.

That's why he's set up a 400 yard circular track-slash-obstacle course in Hydroponics, as well as set up markers for hundred meter, two hundred meter, and mile routes. Every other morning, before Med Bay shifts, he's here, improving on speed and stamina. He knows full well that even if he gets into the best shape of his life, he can still be outrun (or outflown) by his super-powered, magical or metahuman peers, but it's better to have that added little bit of competence if and when he ends up sprinting away from danger.

He's feeling the results, too. There's no way to time if he's getting faster, but where he was once just skinny, he's becoming lean, and the mile run that used to exhaust him leaves him considerably less winded than it did a few months ago. And he's getting much more confident going through the tunnels and up the ladders of the obstacle course.

The only thing looking worse for the wear is his shoes. At some point he's going to have to relegate his velociraptor shoes to a beloved keepsake, because the seams are literally coming apart around his toes.

Howard double-knots his shoelaces and stretches a bit before running the obstacle course again.

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"Why would you even expect me to play fair, Bubbles? You know me." He rolls over onto his back. He probably wouldn't be so tired, but he's run the routes plenty of times this morning and probably can't do another.

"Because I actually get a workout from this?"

"Stupid me then?" Kaya said, shaking her head. "In a way, I guess you have a point that an enemy will never be trying to play fair, or have something in their advantage," she said. "Guess that means net time we race, I'll have to make sure we do it on MY level."

She shrugged. "You can get a workout from the broom too. Its not as heavy handed as running, but there;s still lots f moving and maneuvering involved."

"You're not allowed to ice slide your way to the finish. I wouldn't stand a chance." He laughs and sits up.

"But it has pretty much no practical value, unless Stacy assigns up magical brooms for a mission."

"I wouldn't need to do that," Kaya said, laughing. "Besides, in order for me to do that, I'd need a continuous source of water to begin with. All I have in my pouch is the water I work with, and an extra thing for drinking."

She shook her head. "But Stacy gives aerial missions all the time. And besides, who knows the next time we'll need to spy, or get to a high place to launch an attack?"

"You could always try it by a river. You know, if you didn't have water magic I'd totally race you in swimming."

He shakes his head back, a perfect mimic. "Yeah, in spaceships."

"Don't be ridiculous," Kaya said, looking offended. "I would never use my ability in water if it was a race and you didn't have the same power! You should know that much about me!"

She rolled her eyes. "A spaceship is sort of noticeable, don't you think? Most likely, they'd be expecting that. I figure the time you'd need a spaceship is if we were doing a mission where we had no choice BUT to be noticed."

"Didn't you just say we can't expect the enemy to play by the rules?" He gets up and brushes grass off his pants. "Okay, then. Consider our next date a race."

Howard shrugs. "Well, generally we do spaceships for shooting things. I don't know if we've had to do an aerial stealth mission yet."

"If that was the case, I could just freeze you in place and then just take my time swimming," Kaya said. "But what the heck, why not? Just don't expect me to fall for your tricks again. I'll have a way to beat them that time."

She nodded. "They usually leave the spaceship stuff for the pilots, but that doesn't mean something discreet like a broom wouldn't be useful in another kind of situation."

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